I looked at the bed
next to mine to see my beautiful baby brother, Alphonse. Fleeting
panic seized my chest. Was he real? Only yesterday he'd lived in
Amestris while I was imprisoned in Germany. Suddenly, the urge to
touch him and make sure overwhelmed me. I had to go see.

I slid to the edge of
my mattress, pushed the covers down, and crept the few steps to his
bed. There he was, so peaceful and soft and real. My hand reached
down, trembling, and pushed a lock of his dirty-blond hair from his
brow.

He stirred, mumbling
softly in his sleep, and rolled to his back.

My eyes rested on his
lips, parted just so, and an unfamiliar heat filled my groin. I
didn't understand it - how he could make my body crave him this way
now he was no longer metal. I wanted to taste him so badly, I could
almost feel his supple lips against mine, taste his sweetness on my
tongue.

I put my flesh fingers
to my mouth and brushed them lightly over my lips, enjoying the
slight tickle they left. A soft moan escaped me and my eyes closed
for a moment to imagine Al was the one touching my lips.

My groin ached. I was
fully hard now and pulsed with need. How I wanted to lie down over
him. How I wanted to show him how much I really loved him, really,
loved, him. But it was wrong, wasn't it? It was absolutely wrong
to love your brother this way.

As my hand fell back to
my side, it brushed against my erection through my boxers, sending a
shiver through me. I needed him. As I gazed down on my sleeping
brother, I let my hand rise up over my length, let my palm begin a
slow stroke up and down, feeding my hunger.

"I'm here." His
eyes roamed over my body in the darkness and stopped at my groin.

Oh, God, does he know? A gentle pull on my hand tugged me closer to his side. I needed to
say something, but my mouth felt numb and my voice seemed to vanish. My mind jumbled with fear and apprehension.

"I'm here,
brother." He tugged harder on my hand, pulling me down onto his
bed, under the covers with him.

I was all too eager to
lie next to him. His arms surrounded me and drew me in. A tender
kiss blazed on my forehead. I lost myself in that one, simple, show
of affection. "Al, I love you." My face buried in his neck and
my arms wrapped tight around his waist.

"I know, and I love
you." He kissed my cheek, tender and soft.

It was wrong, so wrong,
what I thought about doing to him right then. I wanted to touch his
forbidden places, to feel him underneath me, to feel myself drown in
his heated kisses and urgent moans. The vision of it was so real, my
body shuddered and my erection pulsed.

"Ed? Are you okay?" He released me enough to look into my face.

I gazed up at him with
lust and need burning in my eyes. I'm sure of it. Would he turn
me away with disgust when he saw it? "I'm okay." My voice
wavered and my body shook with a hunger I couldn't deny.

"You don't seem
okay. You seem . . . " His eyes rested on my lips and his tongue
snuck out to run a seductive circle around his mouth. "You seem,
um . . . " He took a deep inhale and when it let out, it hitched. "Ed? Is it okay to do this?"

My breathing was so
heavy, my chest heaved against his. My hips rocked forward to press
against his thigh, finally, sending pleasure rushing through my body. My eyes almost closed for a moment. "We're not doing anything,
Al." Every part of my body contacting him was on fire, craving his
touch, trembling for his attention.

My mouth opened and my
tongue thrust between his lips, penetrating him, tasting him, having
him. I moaned into his mouth, low and long and full. I shoved
forward, pushing him to his back, climbing over him, pinning his arms
up over his head, spreading his legs, and grinding into him with my
swollen flesh.

He let out a sharp gasp
and thrust his hips back up, just as hard and ready as I was.

My body was a rage of
sensation, out of control. Pleasure jolted through me every time I
pressed against him, feeling his erection on mine, and tension coiled
in my gut. His urgent moans sounded in my ears, driving me harder,
faster against him. His body shivered under me.

I left his mouth and
kissed and nipped a trail down his jaw, to his neck, and down to his
chest.

It was for me, all for
me. I finally had my little brother and he had me. I continued my
descent down over his taut stomach muscles, pulling his boxers down
and off, to lick and suck at his thighs. His erection brushed my
cheek, teasing and taunting me with its perfection, its solidness. He was here and he was real and he was hot flesh and boiling blood.

I ran my fingers in
circles over and under his sac, coaxing his climax to the surface in
a slow and seductive rhythm.

He bucked and squirmed
beneath my touch. When I looked up, I saw his fingers clutch the
sheets and his jaw tensed.

I licked his length and
felt his erection pulse under my tongue. It sent a shiver of
excitement racing down my spine to pool in my groin. I palmed
myself, unable to stand the ache and need overwhelming me.

I held his length with
one hand and flicked my tongue over the head of his erection,
enjoying the whimper and trembling pulses shaking his body. I grew
too sensitive and had to stop everything before release consumed me.

"Don't stop, Ed. What are you doing?" Panting, Al glared down at me.

I chuckled. "Sorry." I took him fully into my mouth, pumping him hard and fast, down and
up, while fondling his sac. My tongue pressed against the underside
of his length, firm and relentless.

He pulsed and swelled
stiffer inside me before he bucked, spurting his seed behind my
teeth, letting out loud moans, one after another.

I lapped and sucked,
taking it all in, wanting every drop of him to stay inside me. I
wouldn't let any part of him get away from me, ever again.

When it slowed, gentle
hands reached for me and guided me onto my back. I was trembling
with an intense need, a craving for only one thing, my brother. My
whole body was tensed and ready to uncoil the tension and frustration
inside it.

Al lay over me, gazing
into my eyes, and brushed a lock of hair from my face. He whispered,
"Whatever you want, I'll do it."

Panting, I looked at
him, dumbfounded and in agony. Now that I had him, what did I want? My conscience tried to invade my thoughts. No, he's your brother. But my need and hunger rushed to the surface. "Al, I just, I just
. . . "

He tilted and his hot
palm rested over my erection. It stroked, slow and sensual and so
perfect, over me.

My teeth clenched and
my hips thrust up, begging for more. My sensitivity built swiftly,
as if anything he did would drive me to climax, just like that.

He stopped.

I let out a loud gasp,
almost releasing into nothing. "Damn-it, Al." My whole body
shuddered.

He moved quickly down
between my legs and took me in his mouth without a word.

Hot, smooth pressure
enveloped my erection, rushing an all encompassing pleasure into my
body. I bucked and cried out with an urgency that surprised me. I
slapped my hands to the back of his head and pushed down while I
drove up into his mouth. My climax came hard and fast, making my
body grow rigid, my toes curl, and my fingers grip his hair between
them.

My body began to pulse
as delicious contractions consumed me, sending wave after wave of
pleasure to engulf me, surround me, in exquisite release. Yes, I
loved my brother and he loved me, maybe too much, but it was good and
right and it was soothing and comforting all at once.

Al rose up to lie on my
chest and buried his head in my neck. His fingers ran light circles
over my shoulder. "Was it okay to do that?"

I surrounded him with
my arms and legs, tangling our bodies together as if tempting anyone
or anything to try and pull us apart. "I don't know and I don't
think I care."

"Oh." Al sighed. "Where did you learn how to do that?"

I tilted my head to
gaze down at him. "What?" Then it struck me. Where did he
learn to do that?

"It was Mustang,
wasn't it." He snuggled his face deeper into my neck, as if
hiding from my answer.

My eyes widened in
shock. "How did you know?"

"I'm not stupid,
Ed. I might have been in armor, but I could still see how you fell
all over yourself around him."

"That was so long
ago." I gazed up at the ceiling, remembering the few nights spent
in Roy's bed. I thought I'd never feel that way for anyone again
until Alphonse pushed his way back into my life with a human body. "Wait a minute." I pushed him away again and felt his hold on me
tighten. "Where did you learn how to do that?"

"You didn't." A
vision of Al with Roy flooded my mind, making my heart fill with
jealousy for both of them. This just wasn't right.

Al propped himself up
on an elbow and glared down at me. "What did you expect? You left
me there, all alone, and he took me in. I knew you'd been with him
and I'd always wondered what it was like."

I didn't know what to
say. It was all so unexpected. But, how could I blame him? "It's
okay." I let out a soft chuckle. "I'm not mad. Maybe a
little jealous, but not really mad."

"Jealous about me or
about him?" Al looked at me with his face scrunched up in worry.

"About you, of
course. I can't stand to think of you with anyone." It was a
partial truth, but something I knew he needed to hear after what we'd
done.

He lay back down on my
chest and snuggled in. "Good. I missed you, so much." His
voice was heavy with emotion. A sniffle floated in the air.

I held him tighter,
feeling my own tears surface . "I missed you, too, more than you
can imagine. I'll never let you go, Al, never." I kissed his
head with a tear tumbling down my cheek, not able to bear even the
thought of losing him now. Settling in, I closed my eyes and let
sleep take me.

The End

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